LYNCHER’S MOON

Harlow Brewster had purchased the North Basin grasslands from the Shoshone fair and square, and paid for the land with blood. So the boss of the Lazy 8 wasn’t about to see a bunch of nesters turn his range into a plowed-up dust bowl. If the law couldn’t get rid of the grangers, Brewster would make his own law–with a couple of loads of buckshot and a stout piece of hangin’ rope.